I think I was supposed to forget

The way your voice sounds.

I’ve always lost track of things like that before. Voices and tastes and touches have never left enough of an impression on me. Smells and seasons and early morning window knockings, on the other hand….

And yet, moons later, you’re still ringing in my ears.

Maybe it’s because yours was the only kind voice I heard for so long.

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